Divorce had crossed my mind.
But for the sake of our daughter, I endured.
I convinced myself that I would be content if he were a good caretaker, a loving father, and a capable homemaker.
However, Jason saw himself as less capable than me, a notion reinforced by those around him.
His masculinity, or what he perceived as such, compelled him to assert dominance within our home.
I chose to ignore his hollow display of authority because of the knowledge that I held the purse strings.
Yet, his desire to save face, to appease the mocking voices online, drove him to commit the unthinkable. He sought my life in exchange for the funds to purchase that Lamborni car.
As I stirred, he called out, "Lamb, turn on the light." He was summoning the AI assistant, much like one would Siri, with a casual command.
I couldn't help but scoff. That loser had filled our home with Lamborni gadgets, a testament to his misplaced loyalty.
"What on earth are you doing?" I approached with displeasure.
I settled onto the sofa, watching as he eagerly grabbed the remote and switched on the TV.
"Mr. Short's Lamborni car is about to be unveiled; I've got to show my support!" he exclaimed.